Target Practice
BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM.
Four shots and Del pressed the button to bring the target close so she could inspect her work. Every day she took time to come down to the shooting range to practice. Daddy said you could never practice too much when it came to shooting weapons. Del had learned from him and had picked up firearms rather easily. It was in the blood.
She looked at the target. Four perfect shots. Two in the head and two in the heart. The grouping was excellent as the holes were almost on top of each other.
She smiled and put up a new target.
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